I don't for one second think about the possibility of censorship when I am writing a new book. I know I am a person who cares about kids and who cares about truth and I am guided by my own instincts, and trust them.

The mind can’t explain it, and you can’t make it go away. It’s called love.

He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back. We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with difference. We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.